The Architect

Look around you!
See, the now is everwhere
as spirits fly from flesh
bent over drafting tables,
sharing vision with the last
of Wright's apprentices.
What messages will flow
across the global plain?
What secret sinews celebrate
their isolation from millenia
of boxes heaped upon themselves?
Free spirits all
and Wright, sardonic ghost
unwitting father of beneficence
assumes a single facet
in a cosmic jewel/
For now, this planetary face
has made a synthesis of art
to house our work, and play,
and inspiration.
Now the schools roam free,
thank God!
Boxes opening
inhabitants embraced,
stone and glass are lovers,
not containers, shadows,
now reflections...
workers, prison free, are celebrants.
The style of life, an artform
feeding skylines,
movements in a synphony
of form and tempi.
Outside is in
and passageways
are petals hovering, their flowers
offering a time of rest
before their faded fall,
paving paths of hope.
For now. design inspires
the theatre of street,
and races drawn together, birth
a culture free of wizened dreams,
embracing Guggenheim, and Sidney
and the wonders of an age
of mystics yet to come.
For now, I pray you free, young man,
for Wright is dead, and your festivity
is in your stretching and your knowing,
just as he a century ago seized faith
in broken icons--you
and sisters, brothers, give us hope
of revelation still beyond our sight,
another new tomorrow--bursting light!
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